Noah looked around frantically. “Condom?”
“They’re here if you want one. I’m on the pill and clean. No one for months.”
If anything, that made his need even greater. “I’ve hardly touched you. I don’t know if I can control—”
“We’ve got plenty of time. I think we need this right now.” She reached her hands up to hold his head to hers, keeping his attention focused. “Please.”
That was invitation enough to give her a very controlled and deliberate kiss as Noah slowly guided his hardness inside of her heat. She tensed slightly, her channel stretching to accommodate his size. He took his time, sliding into her and then most of the way back out.
It was better than he’d dreamed.
His chest pressed down on hers and, while it felt exquisite, he missed seeing all that lovely skin. He would have to fix that later when he could think beyond how amazing it was to have nothing between them.
“Now, Baker. Faster,” she commanded when he didn’t increase his pace.
“No,” he responded and continued slow measured strokes. “Good things come to those who wait.” He alternated between deep and shallow which made her only closer to frantic.
“God, Erin,” he whispered as she arched up against a particularly deep thrust. He was trying very hard to control himself, but there were limits to his restraint.
And she certainly wasn’t helping with her encouragement to go faster and harder.
Erin put her arms behind his back and pulled him closer, clawing into his hair and then bit him.
In response, he savagely slammed into her, bottoming out.
She shrieked and spasmed, taking him with her. The hot wave of release passed over him; her body milking him to completion.
Noah collapsed on top of her, finally letting the tension drain out. No way in hell was he going to do this only one time—the single taste of cake they’d discussed. He would have to ‘taste’ as often as she’d let him.
He turned over and gave her a slower kiss.
Erin’s eyes were bright, and she slid one hand over his shoulder and down his back. “That was definitely hot.” She blushed slightly, “Could you… maybe… go stand over there?”
“Hmmm?” A wrinkle marred his brow. Her version of pillow talk left something to be desired.
She blushed harder, and he saw it turned her mocha-colored nipples even darker, “I want to see you. Like,see you. I’ve felt you, and I’ve imagined you, but I want to see you…”
Those words penetrated the post-sex fog. “You want to look at me?”
“I’ve been dying to see the goods. Aren’t you?”
“Since yoga class.” He scrambled for a convenient option to clean them up and ended up with a box of Kleenex.
Erin carelessly tossed her Kleenex in the wastebasket and hopped off the bed. “On the count of three, let’s both take a look. One, two, three.”
They separated by about four feet and stared.
Noah had to remember not to drool. She was beautiful naked. Lithe and well-muscled. He itched to cup those perfect breasts with their unworried pert nipples. The faint shadow of his ministrations was visible between her thighs, and he wanted her whole body to have that same loved feeling.
He wasn’t alone in his admiration. She circled him and traced her hand from his bare shoulder blades down his spine to his ass. Noah had kept himself in pretty good shape, except for the dotting of scars and old burns all the way up his wrists to elbows from old fires and boxing. She didn’t seem to care since she was busy squeezing his butt.
“Not even an ounce of fat on you.” She smiled. “You’re a muscle car tuned up for me.”
“Nice,” He indicated her shape with his hands. His dick twitched, not remotely ashamed of being ready to reload ASAP.
“Nicer.” She got down on her knees and took in his golden-brown curls with his erection lengthening and strengthening under her gaze. She opened up her mouth and gave it a few experimental sucks, only encouraged by his loud intake of breath. He took a long step back, taking his shaft out of her reach.
When she stood, he wrapped his arms around her, placing himself behind her. His hands roamed her from thighs to breast.
